moonlight lure

After returning to China, another two weeks passed before the Spring Festival.

This is the first Spring Festival for the two after their marriage. Logically speaking, both families should take care of it.

During the dinner they had at Song and Tang's house on the 30th, Ji Yanchen and Song Qingyu played a harmonious game. He rarely played games at home. Song Shiwei was very surprised to see that he was so skillful, even as good as Song Qingyu, a semi-professional player. At the end of the game, she teased him in a low voice: "Captain Ji, do you often squat in the toilet in the team? Fishing?"

Ji Yanchen asked seriously: "How do you know? Every time I miss you, I go to the toilet to send you a message. My legs are numb from going back and forth all day."

Song Shiwei chuckled lightly, and Song Qingyu beside him was smelled by the sour smell of their love, and his expression was speechless: "Password in the toilet? Is this the love of adults for you?"

Song Shiwei raised her leg and kicked him in the knee, with a smile on her lips: "What do you want from Huping?"

Song Qingyu muttered, but did not move her legs away: "I don't want it, I can't get used to the food in Huping."

She turned to Ji Yanchen: "What else is there besides food in Huping?"

Ji Yanchen was silent for a moment: "No more."

Song Shiwei raised her eyebrows helplessly, got up and went to the restaurant to get her charged mobile phone. After she left, Song Qingyu wanted to start another game. Ji Yanchen lowered his voice and leaned forward. The volume and sentence structure were very similar to those selling movies on the bridge: "Game cartridge, do you want it?"

Song Qingyu's eyes lit up: "What game?" Ji Yanchen reported a few game names, and the other party raised his face in surprise: "Those are all collection-level, do you have them all?"

He nodded and said lightly: "Don't tell your sister."

"Okay." The young man nodded repeatedly and said sincerely, "Brother-in-law, it turns out you were young too."

Ji Yanchen: "..."

Brother-in-law, am I very old now?

Because it was the New Year, Song and Tang's newly dyed hair looked energetic.

He wrapped a thick red envelope for the two of them, and also prepared gifts for Ji Yanchen's parents and sister, asking them to take them back to express their greetings.

Seeing how carefully he prepared, Song Shiwei felt a little touched in her heart. This is the basic etiquette for two families to get along. Although it does not take much effort, except Song and Tang, there will be no other person in the world who will do these things for her.

The two of them scheduled a flight back to Huping on the afternoon of the first day of the new year.

After getting up in the morning, Ji Yanchen was responsible for cooking and Song Shiwei was responsible for packing. They expected to stay for five days this time, so there weren't too many things. She took out two suitcases, one big and one small. The big one was for clothes and necessities, and the smaller one was for things bought by Song and Tang.

She squatted on the ground to fold her clothes. Ji Yanchen came out and took a look at the large open suitcase on the ground. He saw that all she had brought were turtleneck sweaters, and he reminded her loudly: "Honey, my house has floor heating, it's very hot."

Song Shiwei snorted, stopped, looked at him and smiled: "Tell yourself, why do I wear high-collar clothes when it's so hot?"

She had been tricked by him before in Africa. The weather there was hot and she had brought several suspender skirts to take pictures, but she almost didn't have to wear any of them because of him. Not to mention the two that were torn apart by him, she didn't even have time to get the rain and dew on the surviving ones.

Thanks to him, the hickeys on her body had never faded from the first day she arrived there. The old ones didn't go away and new ones came back, which made her look at her skirt with resentment and sigh.

Ji Yanchen paused for a few seconds on the dark marks on her neck. He looked away and coughed slightly. The phone on the coffee table happened to ring. He walked over to pick it up. He first asked who it was, and then looked at the person on the ground with a complicated look. After one glance, he turned and walked towards the balcony.

He usually never avoided her presence when talking on the phone. Song Shiwei looked at his back, a little surprised but didn't take it to heart. Soon, he came back and whispered to her to eat first and that he would go out and come back in two hours. Then he grabbed his coat and left.

She was stunned for a moment and asked quickly: "Is there a mission?"

"No." He opened the door and hurried away.

Song Shiwei squatted on the ground, a little confused. He couldn't help but think of the person who called him just now. The voice sounded like a young woman.

She never doubted him, but he must have left in such a hurry because the other party had something urgent to ask for. Whether it was help from friends or a favor in the workplace, what couldn't he tell her? She packed her luggage in silence, her appetite was a bit weak, and after eating, she put the remaining food into the thermos box. When she looked at the time, she saw that it was still half two hours away.

Morrie had been sent to his team member's house in advance. She took out the vacuum cleaner and cleaned every corner of the house, including Morrie's small house. Normally she is not the main person doing housework, so when she stopped to drink water, she couldn't help but feel a little sad that the house was so big that it would take a lot of time to clean it.

She leaned on the sofa and turned on her phone, absentmindedly scrolling through short videos, and her eyes kept glancing at the time in the upper left corner of the screen. Finally, about two and a half hours later, the door rang, and familiar footsteps came in.

Song Shiwei felt a little sleepy after waiting, and raised her head in a daze: "Where have you been?"

Ji Yanchen walked in, carrying the cold air from outside: "Airport."

She was startled when she heard this: "Aren't we going to the airport this afternoon? Why do you need to go all the way now?"

He knelt down in front of her and replied calmly: "I'm going to the international airport to pick up something for someone."

Thinking of the female voice on the phone, Song Shiwei fell silent.

The person in front of her didn't seem to notice her change, so she took her hand and squeezed it: "You don't want to ask me what it is?"

Song Shiwei secretly cursed in her mind that she was getting it for others anyway, so what does it have to do with her.

Seeing that she was not very interested, he continued to seduce her: "It's a very valuable item, and it's in my pocket now."

She couldn't help but frown when she heard the words, and subconsciously blurted out: "Are you going to send it to her later?"

Ji Yanchen's face was slightly startled, as if he was surprised by her question and didn't know how to answer it.

Realizing that she seemed a little concerned, Song Shiwei turned away and said solemnly, "The rice is in the lunch box. You can see if you need to heat it up."

He squatted still and seemed to want to say something more to her. She was a little impatient and urged: "Go and take off your coat, it's so dirty."

After the meal, the two checked their luggage one last time, turned off the water and electricity, closed the windows, and went out.

After the elevator went down to the parking lot, Ji Yanchen went to put his luggage in the trunk. Song Shiwei opened the passenger door and saw a bouquet of bright red roses on the car seat.

She was startled at first, then realized that this was probably not for her. After a moment of silence, she closed the door and sat in the back seat.

After putting away the luggage, Ji Yanchen closed the trunk and opened the driver's door. When he saw the unhappy and sullen man in the back seat, he instantly burst into laughter.

Song Shiwei raised her eyes and looked at him inexplicably.

He cleared his throat, smiled slightly and called her: "Wife, come forward."

She said quietly: "There is no place for me in front."

He arranged it perfectly: "Then you hold it

sit. "

Song Shiwei: "..."

Forget it if the flowers are not hers, and ask her to give flowers to others?

Is this a distortion of morality or a loss of human nature?

She sat motionless, but he seemed completely unaware of her displeasure. Yun Danfengqing urged: "Hurry up, since you are taking it for someone else, if it gets damaged, you won't be able to do business."

Song Shiwei was silent for a moment, then opened the door and got out of the car. She picked up the bouquet of roses and sat on the passenger seat, turning to look out the window with a forbearing and quiet expression.